Because Chen Feng had his back to them, those people couldn't see what was on Chen Feng's drawing paper and had no idea what he had painted. At this moment, Chen Feng switched to a finer brush. He dabbed the brush in the ink on the ink stone and then straightened his arm, starting to inscribe in the lower-left corner of the paper, writing: "A flower is a world, a tree a fleeting life."
Not until the final stroke did Chen Feng look at his work with satisfaction. He had always thought that painting was merely a secondary aspect of cultivation and had never taken it seriously. However, just now, he discovered that his cultivation level had actually improved slightly. This was no small feat in the modern Age of Dharma Decline, where every bit of progress was extremely difficult to achieve, possibly requiring a year or even longer.
"I've finished painting," Chen Feng finally moved aside and slowly spoke.
